12 Jul 2016

#Excerpt: THE V GIRL by Mya Robarts + #Giveaway

THE V GIRL by Mya Robarts!

Today I have an excerpt from the novel for you and there is a tour-wide giveaway for two $25 Amazon gift cards so make sure you keep scrolling! But first, let's learn more about the book...

THE V GIRL

Author: Mya RobartsSource: eARC via the AuthorPublisher: Self-publishedPublicationDate: July 1, 2014Summary:In post-apocalyptic North America, sexual slavery is legal. Lila Velez desperately wants to lose her virginity before the troops visit her town and take it away by force. She makes plans to seduce her only friend. Lila does not love him, but he is the only man who has shown her true affection, an affection she is willing to take as a substitute for love.

Lila's coping mechanism to cope with her mother's loss is her secret. A secret that will bring her closer to Aleksey Fürst, a foreign, broody man who she distrusts because of his links to the troops and his rough, yet irresistible appearance. He offers Lila an alternative to her plans, a possibility that terrifies her...and tempts her in spite of herself.

With threats looming at every turn and no way to escape, Lila fears that falling in love will only lead to more heartache. The consequences of laying down her arms for Aleksey and welcoming hope might destroy more than her heart. They might force her to face the worst of her nightmares becoming a reality. Is love possible in a world that has forgotten what the human touch is?

In response, the back of his hand grazes my cheek. “We have all afternoon and, if you want, all night.”All night. “Bear with me; this will be boring.” I inhale deeply. “I think true love transcends time. The thunderbolt does not. Not if it strikes men the way you described.”

I start a sprint toward a glade where my favorite orange flowers grow. He catches up with me easily.

“Most girls prefer flowers over trees.” I brush my fingers on the petals. “These flowers blossom quickly. They speak of passion, of beauty.” I take a withering flower that has dropped to the ground and fondle it between my fingers. “But flowers don’t last. They wither easily and have limited growth. A tree speaks not of passion, but sturdiness. Yet, it grows higher and lasts longer. Some of these trees were here before I was born, and they’ll be here once I’m gone.”

My head falls back as I look at the highest tree. “Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower.” I sigh loudly. “That’s the kind of love my parents had. It wasn’t as consuming as it was everlasting. And you see that tree over there?” I point toward a cluster of trees across from us. “Now it’s showing only green leaves, but in spring it’s covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are, they can also speak of beauty and passion.”

Mya Robarts is a bookaholic who regrets nothing.

She spent years trying to become a contemporary dance choreographer. Eventually she realized that she enjoyed writing her stories rather than dancing to them.

About Jamie

Jamie is a 20-something blogger from Ontario, Canada who loves to read, binge watch TV shows, and play video games in her spare time. She can be found in the wilds of Windsor-Essex County, but mostly stays in her apartment curled up with a cup of tea and a good book. Need a physical mailing address?

About Jamie

Jamie is a 20-something blogger from Ontario, Canada who loves to read, binge watch TV shows, and play video games in her spare time. She can be found in the wilds of Windsor-Essex County, but mostly stays in her apartment curled up with a cup of tea and a good book. Need a physical mailing address?